Distortions

Emotions cloud up in my space
sublimating from my core
into ephemeral steam
each minor shift
exuding my sensual being

Where?

When I closed my heart, I only kept you in it

Dance With Life

Poetry

Drumsticks beating loud,
Legs tapping to the sound,
Its music blended with ecstasy!

Ischemic stroke

Dealing with death is not easy, but I’m glad he’s no longer suffering. Here’s a poem…